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꒷︶꒥꒷ | Krampus!Ghost

s: actually this one is based on this post I made earlier!

w: kidnapping and related themes, coercion through spells, "clothed male, naked female" trope, mating, nsfw (size kink, monster fucking?, tummy bulge, forced breeding, noncon/dubcon)

It was a calm December evening, gray clouds hanging low over the small town you stayed in. The glow of the streetlights and Christmas decorations illuminated shapes of the enormous and ancient treeline of the nearby forest. An eerie fog spreaded across the town that night. 

You left your home a little later than usual and the sun quickly set behind the horizon, taking the blend of orange and purple sky within. With no worry on your mind, you left for a walk.

Who would have thought that such a relaxing and soothing evening stroll would turn into the most intense run of your life. 

Someone’s presence was looming over your back, creeps sneaking up the spine, when the mist pooling around your ankles got thicker and thicker. The fog rose until it reached your knees, making it impossible to see the frozen ground beneath. 

You didn’t know where he exactly came from or what he was, but certainly it wasn’t a human – a monstrous figure covered in sheep’s wool, pointy horns bending to the sides and a human skull stuck on his head. If it wasn’t a horrible joke, then you must have been having the worst nightmare on this planet. 

There was no way to keep track of the hike path as the darkness overflowed the park. You ran into multiple branches, leaving subtle scratches on your face and palms, thin as a papercut. 

— You were a bad, bad girl this year.

His raspy voice echoed nearby your ears and you gagged on frozen air in despair, trying to escape the horrifying creature. 

— HELP! Somebody, please! 

He moved eerily swiftly as for something as vast and mighty as he was, his hairy figure like a shadow eluding between the trees and before you managed to look in its direction, he’s gone. 

You tried to turn your head back forward, but your clumsy self stumbled across a broken tree branch, falling into a pile of cold snow. 

Wait a minute. 

You frantically gasped for air, trying to fill your lungs for another set of running. You tried to crawl onto your hands and knees before you felt the sudden, burning pain over your lower back. 

And then another smack, making you fall down into the freshly fallen layer of snow with a soft wail.

Only then you realized, it wasn’t exactly a tree branch you stumbled upon. Someone hit you with a fine, wooden rod, preventing you from further running. The playtime was over.  

Your glossy eyes finally got accustomed to the dark surrounding, wandering around to assess the situation you found yourself in. The heart in your chest was beating impossibly fast, ribs frantically opening and closing. His massive, heavy feet spreaded almost over your head, threatening to crush it into pieces. The sheep’s wool was so long it covered his toes. 

If he even had any.  

You could feel the beast’s heavy exhale as he devoured your sweet scent a little earlier. He grunted something incoherent, before reaching to his leather belt with cowbells attached to it. How could you not hear them earlier?

— OhmyGod — you sobbed, quickly turning away from his cold sight. Fingers dug deep into the soft powder snow, fingertips red and numb from the low temperature. — W-What the fuck are y-you?

— Your mate. 

The response was short yet blunt, leaving you with a mouth agape and tears collecting in the waterline of your beautiful eyes. By taking a closer look, you finally were able to name the creature that hunted you through the forest. Krampus. 

The horned beast reached for a bag and before you realized, the reflecting shimmers from the snow were gone, the entirety of your shaking body getting swallowed by the coarse material. 

“You were a bad, bad girl this year” echoed inside of your aching skull. 

Despite the pulsating soreness in your muscles, your limbs seemed to soften over time. Slowly by regaining consciousness, the smell of different spices, like cinnamon or gilly, blended within the aroma of burned wood. Regardless of your mind still being fuzzy and immersed into the Sandman’s realm, you slowly began to realize – this was not your bed nor home. 

Soft fibers tickled your sensitive thighs, tummy and arms. Only when you muzzled your face into the material beneath, drool running down the corner of your lips, you realized your body was entirely exposed. 

You were lying there, wherever it is, completely naked.

You forced heavy eyelids to finally open, fluttering lashes trying to wake up quickly and managed to take the first look around the place. Where were you? 

A room that looked more like a den, sculptured inside the mountain with no windows and only one opening for the smoke to get out. Many trinkets were hung on the walls – cowbells of different sizes, dry branches (that looked exactly the same as the rod he hit you with) and other, hard to identify things. 

You were splayed on a big lair padded with many animal’s furs, assuming it was a bed for the beast. “The room”, as you could call it, was pleasantly warm due to the fireplace, but as soon as you discovered your vulnerability, caused by the lack of any clothing, you began to shiver. 

Sick, vile and twisted scenarios began to invade your utterly terrified mind. Why did he take you here? What would Krampus do to you? Eat, swallow whole? Break each bone and then murder you with animalistic cruelty? 

The race of thoughts had been interrupted by a sudden appearance of your captor within the curvature of an arch leading to… well, somewhere. 

His broad, unnaturally big figure filled the empty space of the passage, before slowly walking towards his precious, petrified gift. You instinctively sat up and tried to back away from the hairy monster. 

You were too afraid to look at him, in those dark as shadow eyes as he finally stopped at the end of the nest. He was still wearing a skull mask and a coat of wool over his shoulders. Now you were able to see that he didn’t differ very much from any humans – his size overall was much bigger than average, shoulders stronger and wider, thick built of muscles and layer of fat. No wonder he seemed much more monstrous under that shaggy coat.

When your cheeks bloomed with a blush of embarrassment, you tried to cover as much as possible of your bare skin. 

— Where are my clothes? — You managed to articulate without stuttering, however it was barely audible. Yet, he had heard your question very well. 

— Had to dry them. 

A voice so powerful that made your stomach twist, feeling the vibration of his hoarse words inside of your ribcage. Perhaps it was regret of taking that damn walk?

The creature took another approach towards the bed, slowly taking off his coat and letting it pool on the floor. He removed his leg warmers and shoes, before finally crawling onto the pile of furrs. 

— I want them back. — You demanded, but your voice broke as soon as he got closer to you, thick fingers with sharpened nails gently scratching your ankle. His doings sent shivers down your spine and you knew you had to get up and run. 

So how could it be, that despite the knowledge of what would happen next if you didn’t escape him, you still hadn’t moved from the lair? You didn’t want to be here!

Your joints were frozen in place, unable to bend. Muscles soothed and relaxed in spite of the fear. What kind of spells did Krampus put on you? 

— Won’t need ‘em. ‘m gonna keep you warm. 

Krampus raised his hand to stroke down your calf, meanwhile with the other he finally removed the mask made of human bones, revealing his true image in front of you. 

You were surprised to see a human-like face instead of some ugly depicted demon from the Bible. His hair was blonde and a pair of horns grew from the tip of his head. Tips of slightly pointed fangs stuck out of his lower lip.  

The enormous devil moved way closer to his latest foundling, coarse palm rubbing the sides of your body until he cupped one of your breasts and squeezed it gently. His hand was so big, he easily covered the entirety of your tit. 

— Don’t! — You hiccuped, wanting to jump as far away from him as possible, but it seemed your body was turned into a stone, cold and still, like a statue. 

But he kept squeezing your breast like a dough, playing with the hardened nipple between his pointy fingers, completely ignoring your resistance and teary look in your face.  

— W-Why did you… take me h-here? 

He was so close. You could feel the heat emitting from his body and the heavy scent of his musk finally hit your nostrils.

— To properly mate. — He said so calmly, when his slightly crooked nose muzzled between your neck and shoulder, pushing your loose hair from the way. 

— M-Mate? You’re not going to… to kill me?

A single tear dripped down your blushed cheek onto the fur beneath. Still, trying to put the pieces of information together, you understood very little. 

The monster that the adult used to scare children was true and very much alive and it was you who happened to be captured by Krampus himself. You didn’t know what he could possibly want to do with you.

Well, you had an idea, but really hoped to be proven wrong. 

— You’ve been naughty, dollface, hidin’ from me for so long, slippin’ right through my claws. But now I’ve got you and you’re goin’ to stay ‘ere with me. 

His tremendous hand finally cupped your cheeks, as the hot tears streamed down your pretty face. Slowly you began to understand that you were on his mercy. 

— Please, I want to go home. 

— I’m your home. 

He began to pull your flush body closer and only then your instincts kicked in. You fought back as much as you could, trying to tear out of his heavy grip on your arm. 

— No, you can’t keep me here! — You tried to push his chest away, kick with your feet, but he didn’t even flinch. The dark eyed creature continued to stare at your pathetic attempts, one of his hands still holding you tight. — I’m not your… pet or something! 

But Krampus huffed, holding a cruel laugh back. He was fucking toying with you. He was fully aware that he had already won by bringing you here, to the beast's den.

— Can be a dumb pet — blonde shrugged shoulders, unbothered by your resistance — but can be a wife when I finally breed you. 

Your glossy eyes widened when he effortlessly maneuvered and flipped you onto your back on the piles of furs and crawled on top of his newest plaything. Such a lovely view for him – naked, young girl here in his bed, splayed petrified beneath his mighty torso with no strength left in those weak limbs. 

He quickly managed to spread your legs open and locked them on both sides of his own hips. Krampus leaned down to growl straight into your face, scaring his mate to-be. 

You only managed to buck your hips under his and sob pathetically, feeling the most excited part of him rubbing against your flush core through his trousers. It was exactly the size you would expect it to be – too big, just as he was, much bigger than an average man you saw on the streets or you ever had intercourse with. 

— OhGod. — You whispered underneath a single breath, when he finally ripped off his confinements, exposing himself entirely. You had a feeling the stretch of his girth will be bloody painful. 

— There is no God ‘ere, just the two of us. 

Krampus didn’t even need to stroke himself as he was already entirely erected, a bead of precum dripping onto your glistering folds. The blond devil smacked his heavy cock over your mound and you whined. 

— No, nononono, please, it won’t– 

— I wouldn’t choose a weak one for a mate. I’ll make it fit, pretty girl. 

As soon as he leaned down to reach your tearstained face and placed a gentle kiss over your trembling lips, you soon began to feel slightly dizzy or rather lightheaded. His kiss had a similar effect to a little bit too much of an alcohol. 

You nestled the side of your face into the soft furs again, legs that were held wide open by him, softened and rested calmly on his sides. Yet still your hand clung tightly to his arms as if they were holding onto something. Anything.

And it happened to be him.

You tried, you fought and you failed. Now, the only thing keeping your sanity and pride intact, was to prepare for what's to come. A horrifying realization struck you like a thunder – you were going to be used by this devil for his own purpose or pleasure. And you couldn’t quite accept that. 

Your captor happened to be eager and impatient. He quickly positioned himself at your tight entrance, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit to cover it up with his scent. 

— This — Krampus emphasized the word — is mine now. 

The beast spoke out through his teeth, pressing his forehead to your temple. Without further warning he pushed inside, forcing a painful mewl out of you. 

— Ow! — Through the misty haze of pain, you arched your back and turned your face towards him. Krampus cradled you with one of his forearms resting next to your head and scratched through the hair to somehow ease the pain of his vast size stretching your pussy out. 

— Shhh, you’ll learn to take it well, aye? You’re a sweet girl. 

You tried to balance the shaky gasps that left your mouth into steady and calm breathing. The more you were panicking in that moment, would cause even more pain upon yourself. But the way he managed to fill you up, making you feel so weak and ascended at the same time by stuffing your pussy full was embarrassing. 

How could there be any atom in your body that actually liked him being inside of you? Perhaps it was the damage his wicked magic caused. After all, the telltales were real.

The way he swayed his body inside of you and then retracted back so just the swollen tip of his length stayed inside of your cunt, quickly made your legs feel numb and the coiling warmth in your abdomen seemed barely familiar as you could see the outline of his cock through your belly. 

Oh God. You were about to explode and be torn apart.

— Tha’s it, sweetheart. Let me take care of this. — He said between the groans of pleasure.

Each powerful thrust of his, made your breasts jiggle and those little gasps for air escaping your lips. Your crotch felt like it was on fire – poor, mortal body couldn’t quite get accustomed to getting fucked by something of his size. You must have bled by this time for sure.

But Krampus didn’t seem to worry too much of your overstimulation and despair building in your wet eyes, they were more like a motivation for him to keep going. The main goal in his mind was to properly breed you and make his mate forever. 

Who knew if he was opposed to a few little ones running around? Maybe it was a proper motivation for him, to fuck his potent seed into your fertile womb and wait for the outcome? The Krampus bloodline would be preserved and you would serve your husband for eternity, only worrying about his needs and pleasure. 

The pictures of such a future flashed in front of your eyes, as his cock began to throb inside of your pussy. Oh no.

You managed to understand what exactly just happened in your head. Through the intercourse, or the breeding as he called it, you became mates and through that, he was able to share his desires with your poor soul. 

You almost screamed when his pace increased and his broad hips were ramming into your splayed out frame, the force so strong that it made your poor body jolt. The wet squelching noises coming from the space between the two of you, made you sick to your stomach. In that moment you could feel every inch of his cock he dragged over your inner walls.

Within a couple more thrusts Krampus rolled his pelvis and came deep inside of you, white ropes of cum like a gooey substance stuck to your abused pussy. He panted heavily above you, staring into your glossy, terrified eyes as he was still buried inside of you. Whole frame of his shoulders casting a shadow upon you. 

Only through that act, you learned the true name of your new provider and guardian – he called himself Ghost. 

There couldn’t be anything better in this world than laying in the nest made of soft furs all day long. Napping as much as you wish and smelling like a peppermint candy cane. 

As the time flew by, the lack of clothing over your skin became a norm, because Ghost made sure that the den was always warm and cozy. And he insisted you had to proudly present what is his. 

When he would finally be back from his hunts during the day, sometimes lasting even a whole week, you would follow him around like a lost puppy. When Krampus took a seat on the old armchair, soon you would sit by his side on the floor or preferably on his lap, letting him stroke your pretty body as he had seen fit. 

You liked sitting like a doll on his muscular thighs, getting praised for being so good while he was gone. Ghost loved to play with your loose hair, swirling it around his finger, while you admired his thick horns. 

And at the end of the day, you were lying limp on your tummy with hips raised in the air and drool dripping from the corner of your mouth for him to enjoy. Krampus would fill your cunt over and over until he was satisfied. And you, his wife of course. 

However, your much stronger mate knew what was best for you, no? You trusted him when he said you needed to be bred tonight and so you would let him.  You were so consumed by this new life, lost in a sugar coated nightmare, that you didn’t even realize when a whole year had passed and you were still stuck oblivious in this cave under his spell.

Some traditional doodles. Some are humanized designs of Frost, Hootsie, and Gricko whilst the others are just regular ol' doodles of their regular ol' designs!! (+ Their humanized designs still have traits of animalistic features/their original race so they're not COMPLETELY human but they're pretty much human)

What am I doing... Anyway go read Love Bullet by inee 🫶 It's GL manga about modern cupid girls.

cake crumbles

pairing: non-idol!woozi x fem!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship au. some slight comfort.

warnings: anxious jihoon who just wants everything to go well. proposal mentions. food.

word count: 1.3k~

daisy's notes: he :( <3

“Okay. We can fix this. It’s not too late.” 

The only things holding Jihoon together right now was both Soonyoung and Vernon’s presence right now. But he hadn’t stopped staring at where your birthday cake had been dropped onto the floor, smashed into a mess of blue and white icing. Even now, he couldn’t bring himself to clean up the mess in Soonyoung’s apartment. Soonyoung was on his knees now, tossing it into a bag to be disposed of properly once it was all done. It had all happened too quickly. One minute he’d been moving it to a different space on the counter, and the next he’d been lying on the floor, body aching from his slip, and the cake was destroyed. The little party he’d planned was hours away, and he’d ordered this cake specifically for you…

“I think grocery stores do plain buttercream cakes,” Vernon said, fingers covered in blue as he dropped another chunk of cake into the trash. “It’s not as special, but we can get them to write her name on it.”

“She likes those cakes,” Soonyoung nodded. “That’s what we did for my birthday last year.” 

Right, but those weren’t made for you. Jihoon had gone out of his way to slowly figure out what you’d love the most. He sighed, and moved to get paper towels to wet and clean up the remaining icing. “I don’t know. I wanted to get her something special…”

Vernon looked up. “It’s just her birthday. I know she’s special, but—”

Immediately, Soonyoung started to smack his arm. He shook his head, and Vernon slowly connected the dots.

“Oh.” Then his eyes widened. “Oh! Dude—Today?”

Jihoon quietly nodded, then stopped. “I mean—Not technically?” He sighed, leaning back. “I was going to ask her when we went home. It’ll be after midnight, so it’d be tomorrow, and—”

Vernon nodded. “Alright. Look,” he pushed himself off the floor. “I know some people. Maybe one of ‘em could help do us a favor.” 

Something inside of him seemed to crumple like tissue paper at how easily Vernon seemed to take charge right now.  That should be what he was doing. You were his girlfriend, his love, and yet he couldn’t seem to drag himself out of the spiralling thoughts that he’d fucked this all up. He knew what you would say now, though: that it was fine. That you didn’t need a birthday cake to be happy. But today needed to be perfect for you. You treated him with so much kindness, always so gentle but clear with how much you loved him. Jihoon wasn’t always the loudest with how much he loved the people in his life, but he hoped that his love was clear, too. This was supposed to be part of his big gesture, the thing that screamed to the skyline that he loved you wholeheartedly. The other part was the box still tucked away in his pants pocket, even now. He carried it with him most days, just in case he ever felt the inclination to forego his plans…

Maybe he should have. Then he wouldn’t be so stressed right now making sure everything went right. 

Vernon had already stepped away, calling someone to see what they could do on such short notice. Soonyoung, on the other hand, had helped him wipe up the remaining icing. The floor needed to be mopped soon anyway, and then the scene of the crime would be entirely taken care of. By the time it was all taken care of, Vernon already had a name and a place to go—which led to Soonyoung pushing Jihoon toward him, saying he could handle setting up the rest. 

He’d described as basic a cake as he could: vanilla, decorated with buttercream in blue and white, with maybe some flowers on it if the baker could swing it. All it needed to say was ‘Happy birthday’ and your name. The easiest thing that they could make, he would accept as long as it tasted good. With the order placed and a time given to pick it up, Jihoon stepped back out onto the street with Vernon at his heels.

“So…” He’d soon fallen into step beside him. “It’s not just about the cake, is it?”

Jihoon slowly nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets. Anything to look more casual instead of the nervous storm he was inside. “If I don’t make it right… Then I’m going to feel like I failed her.”

“You could literally show up with just a thing of Oreos and she’ll love you.” Vernon looked over. “It’s fine to be nervous, but I don’t think there’s anything you could do that could upset her.” 

“I know, but…”

Vernon bumped into him, just to get his attention back on him. “You two love each other a lot, dude. It’s gonna be alright.” 

Jihoon could only hope that it would be.

Hours passed quicker than Jihoon expected them to. He and Vernon had returned to Soonyoung’s apartment and helped him set up for your little birthday party. Seungcheol had thankfully agreed to drive the cake over, careful as he could be, while Jihoon had to return home to you. He’d fed you this plan to go out for a movie and then dinner, hand hovering over his pocket. The box was right there. Maybe it’d be better for him to leave it somewhere safe here, but he felt better carrying it on him. 

“Jihoony?” You had turned from where you were putting on an earring—one of the ones he bought you last year for Christmas. There’s a playful lift to your voice, smiling at him. “Everything okay?”

He nodded, making his way over to you. “Everything’s perfect,” he said. Yet the pit in his stomach didn’t seem to shrink at all. He had hoped that saying it aloud would do something, and yet…

You fastened the earring into place, and then reached forward to cup his face. “Jihoony.” You let out a long sigh. “I know.”

“You… know?”

“One,” you said, “Cheol accidentally let the party secret slip when I asked him if he wanted to join us for dinner. And two…” You shut your eyes for a moment. “Remember the other week when you came home exhausted from work? You changed, ate dinner, and then went straight to bed…”

Oh no. Oh no. He swore he had tucked the ring box into his bag after he drove home. “So, you…”

With a soft kiss against his lips, you leaned back. Your chapstick tasted like birthday cake, all too fitting for today. “Whenever you ask, I’m going to say yes.” 

Jihoon met your eyes. “Even if it’s tonight?”

“Maybe wait until we’re alone,” you said, as if he hadn’t always planned for that. “But yes,” you giggled. “Tonight included.”

Jihoon reached for your hands, taking them into his own. The words already started to pour out of him before he could even think twice, “I dropped your birthday cake earlier. We got a replacement, but it isn’t the one I ordered for you. I hope that’s okay.” 

Instead of saying anything else, all you did was step back as you laughed. He’d fallen in love with your laugh long ago, but hearing it now he swore he was falling in love with the sound all over again. When you faced him again, you were smiling harder than before, even more radiant this time.

“As long as I get to enjoy it with you,” you said, “I’m going to be happy.” 

All at once, his anxieties disappeared. He leaned in, lips brushing against yours for just a few seconds. He knew he would kiss you properly once the two of you were home again. But for now, he’d leave you with something fleeting, just to leave both of you wanting more. “Happy birthday,” he said for the second time today, hands resting at your waist. “I love you so much.”

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one fun thing about being a teacher in march 2023 is that chess is a literal epidemic among teens. we are starting to have meetings about how we can STOP teenagers from playing too much chess which is like if we were trying to figure out how to stop them from reading for fun. When i was in high school five years ago chess was nerd shit only but now it is transcending every social and language barrier and is absolutely rampant. kids aren’t on their phone texting in class anymore it’s ONLY chess.com. kids are playing chess on their phones while playing chess in real life. this is still better than tiktok because at least the kids are developing an attention span from this

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If you want to know how much I appreciate plot twists in fiction, one time I read a plot twist so good that I dropped the book and sent my best friend a 40 minute voice message explaining the entire plot of the book so that she would understand the gravity of the plot twist I had just read